This Sleep Poem by Tajma Hall

This Sleep



sadly I face laughter
with my sad face
deliver remains
of those happen days
a droop now darkens
while yet I slumber
a bad dream
this nightmare reappears
in my sleep I swat out
murmur, 'not me'
turn noisome bothers
roll out of bed
a certain deadness
in my stress
full of sleep
from real happiness

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